EMPTY ME YA BITCH
YOU’RE JUST SHITTING INSTEAD
I GOT YOUR BLOODY TISSUES,
YOUR TOILET PAPER ROLLS,
YOUR TOOTHPASTE BOX
AT LEAST YOU GET A CHANCE
TO EMPTY YOUR WASTE
I JUST SIT HERE
WHILE YOU JUST SHIT THERE
I SEE YOU, YOUR UNDIES ON THE FLOOR
LIKE THE REFUSE OF A ONE NIGHT STAND
BUT ALL YOU DO IS – FUCK ME
ACTUALLY YA KNOW, FUCK YOU
I CARRY YOUR WASTE TOO
I’M NOT AS SHINY AS THE TOILET
OR AS CLEAN AS THE SINK
I’M JUST A DAMN TRASHCAN
AND YOU DON’T EVEN SEE
THAT YOU ARE THE EXACT SAME
AS ME, YA BITCH
FILLED WITH THE WASTE OF
PEOPLE WHO RUINED YOU
AS THEY STUFFED MORE TRASH
INTO YOUR EARS, YOUR MOUTH,
YOUR NOSE, YOUR ASS UNTIL
ALL YOU WERE WAS AN
OVERFLOWING TRASHCAN
IN THE CORNER OF A DUSTY
BATHROOM. AND THEN THEY
LEFT YOU BEHIND, INVISIBLE
AND FOREVER CHANGED.
…..so empty…
Me
You
BITCH.
Poetry Overdose 